Words from my reading

porte cochere, n A large entrance gateway into a courtyard; a kind of porch roof projecting over a driveway at an entrance, as of a house
page 124, Detectives Don’t Wear Seat Belts by Cici McNair
“A minute later, a man got into the blue pickup truck under the porte cochere and headed down the long, winding driveway on the opposite side of the hill.”

djellaba, n A long, loose outer garment worn in Arabic countries
page 147, Detectives Don’t Wear Seat Belts by Cici McNair
“Inside the door was usually a man, often in a djellaba, sitting in a folding chair.”

imbroglio, n A confused heap; an involved and confusing situation, state of confusion and complication; a confused misunderstanding or disagreement
page 161, Detectives Don’t Wear Seat Belts by Cici McNair
“His highly placed complaints that I was ‘un-American’ and should be fired from La Radio Vaticana had led to an imbroglio between Reagan’s Personal Envoy to the Pope — a not overly bright Beverly Hills millionaire in way over his head — and John Paul’s Secretary of State, the sophisticated and Machiavellian Agostino Casaroli.”

croupier, n From French, A person in charge of a gambling table, who rakes in and pays out the money Originally: one who rides on the croup (the top of the rump of a horse, dog, etc., just behind the loin), hence an inferior assistant
page 273, Detectives Don’t Wear Seat Belts by Cici McNair
“She was bright and tough, dressed beautifully, and was once a croupier in Las Vegas.”